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"AI"
I tried to divine an imine from amine - an unsublime crime - this time, sunshine.
What's mine I find is not of alkaline decline but line upon line of oleaginous slime.
My eyes fail to define in this clandestine design any hyaline shine.
In fact, it's benign - perhaps strychnine, I repine.
What's mine I find is not of alkaline decline but line upon line of oleaginous slime.
My eyes fail to define in this clandestine design any hyaline shine.
In fact, it's benign - perhaps strychnine, I repine.
Published 4th Feb 2017
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